I scrolled on my phone, answering the texts on the chain that we'd created for the shop owners: Reina, Meg, Clara, and Angela, telling them that I had a stomach virus, but I was starting to feel more like myself.
Maverick returned with a stack of books."I picked a variety."
My heart warmed that he'd actually read the blurbs or at least looked at the cover to figure out what I might like.
He placed them in a careful stack on the nightstand.Then he raised a brow at the plate."You haven't eaten."
"I'm working on it."Dutifully, I set the plate on my lap and lifted the toast.
"If you eat that, I can give you a popsicle."
"That actually sounds good right now."I hadn't eaten one since I was a kid.
He swung the chair at my desk around so he could sit on it."I'll just stick around until you take a few bites."
I sighed."I don't need a babysitter."
He pursed his lips."I'm starting to think you do."
And here I thought he was being nicer to me because I was sick.He was already back to his old ways.I hadn't asked why he was cranky with me because I was afraid of the answer.I didn't need him telling me it was because he liked me.He'd already decided we could never be anything.
I had to guard my heart.
